A half day of work, a diet of red wine and Halloween candy, lots of couch time, and a marathon of Breaking Bad are making this whole Sandy waiting game a lot more bearable. Plus, at the moment we still have light and heat and water so we're knocking on wood and charging our iphones while we have the chance!
I think this guy could use a glass or two of that red wine...or a xanax. Poor guy is stressed.
This was what the past week looked like around here...
But not for long. Hurricane Sandy is about to have her way with the district so in anticipation of a lengthy loss of power I thought I'd sneak in some pictures from a very fun Halloween party this weekend plus a little glimpse of what the nation's capital looks like in full on panic mode.
The ghost town that is the Glover Park Safeway
At this point, I'm pretty sure I am the only person I know who doesn't have at least one day off as a result of the quickly approaching Frankenstorm but I'm trying to keep a positive attitude and not get too depressed that I'm missing all of the hurricane parties and snuggle fests that will be happening while I'm running around the hospital like a maniac. At least I won't be in the dark and will have a place to charge my iphone? It's the little things, people.
And now for a peek at Halloween part one...
Tutus and champagne...recipe for a good night.
Can't wait for the real thing on Wednesday night when the Cooper-saurus can make his debut...
This weekend was needed badly. The first week at my new job has been exciting but also utterly exhausting and I am so looking forward to not using my brain for the next 24 hours. I am, however, looking forward to a gorgeous fall Saturday with temperatures just cool enough to require flannel and leaves that are looking more red and orange than green. And now for some silly little things taking up space on my Pinterest boards as of late...
"Okay, I just puked in my
mouth a little bit from writing “WHY YOU MUST FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS.” Who do I
think I am? Michelle Pfeiffer in Dangerous Minds? Bear with me though because I promise to not be so cheesy. I’ll
pretend you’re all lactose intolerant and, thus, can’t handle too much cheese
in your writing.
So, yes, what I wrote is true albeit cliche: you must follow your
dreams. In my mind, there should be no other alternative. I mean what do you do
if you don’tfollow your dreams? Chase after your nightmares? No, it’s
imperative that you go out into the world and get what’s yours. Your dreams
could be anything ranging from anthropologist to hot dog eating contest
champion of the world to being a writer! (That’s me, I write!)
Growing up I couldn’t imagine doing anything else, which I think is true
of most writers. Because, besides putting words down on a page, we’re pretty
much a defective bunch. We can’t do anything besides feel things intensely and
then try to write about such feelings in an articulate manner! If a writer has
a valid plan B for their career, they might just be doing it wrong.
No one is where they want
to be after college. That’s pretty much a given. Even the ones who seemingly
luck out with an amazing job and brag to Facebook about it aren’t exactly
content. But here’s where the whole “following your dreams” thing comes into
play. You can’t be afraid to go after what you want. You can’t be shy or
bashful or insecure. Sure, you can be that on the inside but externally you
need to project confidence. You need to pretend that you know what you’re doing
until you actually do. The only way anyone learns anything is by pretending
that they knew how to do it in the first place.
Human beings like to do
this thing where they complain about their life but then take no steps to
change it. I do it. You do it. Mariah Carey probably even does it. But when it
comes to pursuing the career of your choice, it’s necessary for you not to fall
into the usual traps. If someone isn’t where they want to be in their life,
chances are a big part of that is because of fear. People are legitimately
afraid to pursue their dreams,
which is strange because it’s what would make them happy. Why are they
cock-blocking themselves from potential joy? Is it because they’re afraid
to fail? Here’s how I look at it: the fear of not getting your dream job
should outweigh the fear of actually putting yourself out there to get it. The
fear of being stuck in something you hate should trump your fear of looking
like a fool. Because, honestly, what do you think makes you look more stupid:
being at a job everyone knows you hate or becoming a tenacious diva and going
balls to the wall with what you REALLY want to do?
Anxiety often works in two
ways. You have the kind that leaves you debilitated in bed and feeling
paralyzed OR you have the anxiety that acts as a stimulant and lights a fire
under your ass. Always shoot for the latter and pray that you don’t contract
the former. Instead of getting angry that someone you know is doing what you
want to do, use it as motivation. I feel like everyone’s success is rooted in a
little bit of pettiness, a little bit of “Look at me now, bitch!” There’s no
shame in that though. Do whatever you need to do, babe! If revenge is fueling
your drive, just let it take you to where you need to go.
It takes real courage to
follow your dreams. (Ew, I just puked again! Sorry for the cheesiness!) That’s
why I hate the internet sometimes. It seems to exist with the sole intention of
trashing anything that’s ever created. But you know what? Kudos to ANYONE for
having the balls to contribute something, especially knowing that there’ll be a
million people who DON’T have the balls, waiting to tear it down. Kudos to
anyone who believes that they have something worthwhile to add to the conversation.
If they fail, it’s not embarrassing. What is embarrassing are the people who
stayed silent and only opened their mouths to criticize. They have so much
inside of them that they’re letting go to waste. Anger and insecurity is
So just do it. Stop being a scaredy-cat and set some concrete
plans in motion. Think of yourself at 60 years old and living in a sea of
regret because you didn’t take advantage of the opportunities being offered to
you. This is your time. This is your life. (LE TIGRE LYRIC). If you
aren’t going to pursue something now, when the hell are you?"
I am going to re-read this post on Sunday night...and probably again Monday morning as I anxiously begin the next chapter in my professional life. I have had an amazing year at my current job but I am equal parts terrified and thrilled to embrace a new challenge as a speech-language pathologist at the Children's National Medical Center. Wish me luck!
I'm back on the blog after a whirlwind of two weeks and there is a lot to catch up on! First of all, thank you to all of you for your sweet birthday wishes and for those of you who celebrated with me, well, you made me feel extra special and for that I'm sending you a big fat virtual kiss on the face. Before I get into all of the goodness that was a birthday weekend at my heaven on earth, let's backtrack a little so I can tell you all about my fabulous weekend getaway to Bermuda.
My friend Tyler, a native Bermudian (lucky guy), invited some friends and me to his house on the island for a little end of summer sendoff. We had such a great time. The weekend was filled with boat rides, paddle boarding, beach lounging, sandcastle building, an excessively long game of Things (my new favorite pregame activity), and nights out on the town with some extra fun friends. Oh, I can't forget our new friend Donna's birthday party. Yeah, that was fun too.
After the weekend was over, we dragged our slightly tanner selves back to the city for a few days in the working world before skipping town once again to celebrate October 8th in the best way I know how. Stay tuned for a massive birthday photo post with all of my favorites from the weekend.
Almost forgot this one...Donna wasn't mad at all when we crashed her invite only party. See?
Though I’ve often been the type to get lost day dreaming about “someday” I am finding more and more that what is important is right now. After spending four amazing years at a fratastic ACC school, I moved to Nashville, TN to pursue my masters degree in Speech-Language Pathology. And though I adored Music City, the real world was calling me to DC for my first grown-up job so my sweet puppy and I recently made the move to our new home in the district! Though at times embarrassing and only moderately entertaining, this is a little window into my world.